“Hey, man.” He patted Chester on the back, walking around to actually talk to him. “Think I could borrow you?”
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“Hey, man.” He patted Chester on the back, walking around to actually talk to him. “Think I could borrow you?”
{{ @chesslawrence }}
PM: Hello there gorgeous. I saw your ad on Grimmdr and would be delighted to do a scene with you. I'm Chess Carter.
PM: Hi sir! That’s great. I’m free whenever you’d like.
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THE MUSHROOM, OF COURSE! | Caleb & Chess |
Caleb walked down the dirt path from his lake house with a briefcase in one hand and a cigar in the other. It had been so long since he dealt locally that he almost felt nervous about it, but the fact that it was an old friend, he knew he had nothing to worry about. Dark alleys and cobblestone roads were more his domain anyhow, not the countryside of places he travelled to. Although, France was lovely, he thought to himself.
He was meeting Chess at Fire & Ice for a drink-and-deal that was set up to look like a meeting, which, it really was. Every time he got together with Chess they spent time catching up; it wasn't too often that he needed his assistance.
Caleb came into town, the twinkling lights lighting up the town centre, making everything look peaceful and... beautiful. It was hard to imagine the cruelty and hardships that occurred when everything looked like this. Walking into Fire & Ice, he smiles at the doorman, and sits down at the bar, deciding to enjoy the dancers on the stage while he waited for his dear friend. To the bartender he turns, asking for a drink. "A martini, please, Old Sport. Make it dry."